Dean vs. Pregnancy Hormones

"Hey there, Mary," Veronica said smoothly. "I hear you've lost something… or two."

Katie stiffened at Veronica's mocking tone. "If you mean Cas and Dean, I know exactly where they are," Katie ground out between her teeth. She glared hatefully at Veronica as her fingers twitched towards the knife in her waistband.

"Really?" Veronica almost laughed. "Tell me."

"Not a chance," Katie spat.

"Well alright. But I didn't mean Dean and Castiel, I meant Castiel and your virginity," Veronica said, all business now.

Katie didn't say anything.

"And I hear that you're pregnant, too. Congrats," Veronica said and leaned back in the booth. She folded her arms across her chest and regarded Katie through mischievous fox eyes.

Katie remained silent.

"I suppose this means that I have to take drastic measures, now don't I?" Veronica asked in false disappointment. She stood up and clicked her tongue. "What a shame."

Veronica reached out to Katie to grab her shoulder. Katie realized that while it was all Veronica in there, she was still in Sam Winchester's body. A man. A much taller and stronger man. Katie looked like a little girl. Katie opened her mouth and let out a high pitched shriek. "Somebody help! This man is trying to kidnap me!" She let tears roll down her cheeks and flashed everyone her best Scared Little Girl look.

Everyone in the Denny's stopped and looked. The men and a few women jumped up to come to Katie's aid. The employees came out from the kitchen and someone was calling the police.

"That was incredibly stupid of you," Veronica said to Katie. She was still calm and she reached out and grabbed Katie's shoulder despite the people yelling around them. Veronica lifted a hand and all of the people crumpled to the ground. Katie gasped as everyone lay motionless.

"What did you do?" Katie asked, horrified.

"I got them out of the way," Veronica replied. "You brought it on them. We could have just stepped outside and done this, but no. We had to make a scene."

"What do you want? You've already lost! I chose Good," Katie said and yanked her shoulder back from Veronica's grip.

"Maybe. But my boss said that if he doesn't win, then nobody wins," Veronica said so casually they may have been talking about a basketball game.

"So you're…" Katie began as even more horror set in.

"Going to kill you, yeah," Veronica said with a nod.

Katie turned and ran to the door as she heard sirens in the distance. She panicked. There would be more lives lost because of her if they got there before Veronica was gone. She had just begun to push on the lever on the door when she flew backwards. The back of her head smacked against a table before she was yanked by thin air onto the table. She was on her back and she couldn't move. Her head spun from the impact. Nausea crept through her body and made bile rise in her throat. "No, what are you doing?" Katie groaned as she looked at Veronica standing next to the table.

Veronica didn't say anything as she cleanly rolled the sleeves of her suit up. Katie panicked and hyperventilated. She couldn't move and it felt like there was a weight on her chest, holding her in place. She twitched her fingers and toes and could do no more. Veronica lifted Katie's shirt over her stomach and placed a hand flat against her skin. Katie felt violated. Then there was the pain. Katie let out a horrible scream and more tears welled up in her eyes. She grinded her teeth down to quiet her screams as the sirens got closer and closer. She didn't want to attract any more attention.

The pain from Veronica's hand continued for minutes that felt like hours. Katie bit through her lip trying to stifle her screams. Veronica finally stopped whatever she was doing and stepped back with an annoyed huff. "What did you do to your baby?" she asked Katie.

Katie only shook her head as sobs choked their way out of her throat. She didn't know what Veronica was talking about. She hadn't done anything to her baby. All she had done so far was conceive it and feed it plenty of veggies and ice cream. And now… and now Katie didn't know if the baby was even still alive. It would be an absolute miracle if it was okay.

"What did you do?" Veronica screamed in her face.

Katie shook her head again. "I don't know what you're talking about," Katie growled.

Veronica grabbed Katie's head and smashed it against the table. She added pain to the wound that was already there and Katie cried out. She saw black spots and the room spun.

"Tell me!" Veronica screamed again.

"I didn't do anything!" Katie screamed back.

Veronica smashed Katie's head again just as the sirens stopped. Katie was sure she was about to lose consciousness as the door opened. She couldn't lift her head to see who it was but she listened hard.

"Hey there… brother," Veronica said in a challenging voice.

There was the sound of movement and then fighting. Katie struggled to see what was going on. She knew Dean was there and her heart swelled. She was safe and Veronica couldn't hurt her again! As long as Dean won the fight, that is.

Grunts and the sound of punches and kicks filled the room. No words were exchanged. This worried Katie more than anything because Dean almost always had some wise ass remark to make, even while fighting. Now he was silent save labored breathing and grunts of effort.

Katie closed her eyes and prayed for Castiel. She knew he wasn't coming but she had to tell him what was happening. She wondered if he could even hear her now. Cas, everything has gone wrong. Veronica found me and tried to do something to our baby. She said I did something to our baby but I don't know what she means. Dean is fighting her right now and I don't know if he can win, Cas. I don't know anything. I wish you were here.

Then the fighting was done. Silence rang in Katie's ears and she slowly opened her eyes. "D-Dean?" she whispered. She feared she wouldn't hear him; that she would hear Veronica. She held her breath.

"I'm here," came the reply. It was Dean. He sounded strange and she heard him spit onto the floor. "Can you move?"

Katie tried and was able to. She sat up slowly and felt at her stomach. "Where's Veronica?"

"I don't know, she just disappeared," Dean said and moved towards Katie.

His face was bloody and swollen. Blood was dripping steadily from his broken nose and one eye was almost completely swollen shut. His bottom lip was split and just seeing all of the blood made Katie dizzy.

She blinked slowly and Dean held her chin as he looked at the back of her head. "She smashed your head pretty good. We should get you looked at," Dean said around his swollen lip.

"You're one to talk," Katie said hoarsely. She turned her head to look at the table and saw a large amount of blood. She lifted a hand to gingerly touch the back of her head. Her hand came back bloody. She swallowed hard. "What happened to the police?"

"I told them I was an undercover agent and that I needed to go in first," Dean said.

"What are we going to do about all of these people?" Katie asked, looking around at all of the dead people that Veronica had left.

"We run far and fast," Dean said. He winced as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders to help her walk against the dizziness. She leaned on him and gripped the back of his jacket.

"You need to get to a hospital, though," Katie said.

"We will, don't worry," Dean said. "Just not in this town."

"Where's the Impala?" Katie asked just before they opened the door.

"Parking lot. Out and to the left. We'll need to get there quick," Dean said tensely.

Katie nodded once and they pushed open the doors. Police and emergency crews rushed forwards. They had obviously not expected to see them come out beaten and broken. Dean limped them quickly towards the Impala. Katie's feet dragged as she tried to quicken her pace.

"No, I've got her. I'm bringing her to safety. He escaped out the back. I've got this," Dean said in an authoritative tone to the people that were crowding them.

Katie was slouched in the passenger seat and Dean was pealing out of the parking lot at top speed when members of the police came rushing out of the Denny's screaming about dead bodies. They were out of the state in an hour. They stopped to change their plates once and for Katie to puke before they were off again. Katie was drowsy with a concussion and Dean kept her awake by punching her leg with his broken knuckles. They both cried out in pain every time. Late that night they finally stopped at a hospital. What was visible of Dean's face and wasn't swollen or stained with blood was extremely pale. His driving had even suffered from it and he parked crooked outside the emergency room. They stumbled in and Katie puked again in front of the check-in desk.

The small town hospital was mostly empty and they were allowed to cut in front of a few people with the flu in the waiting room. Katie was taken first upon Dean's demand. "She's pregnant, take her first!" he had said which triggered the nurses into overdrive as they put her in a gown and called for a doctor. Katie got a couple rows of stitches and gripped Dean's hand tightly as the doctor sewed her up. She had a moderate concussion and they checked for brain damage. Then they looked at her stomach and saw that a handprint was burned into her skin. It was blistered and raised and Katie almost puked again when she saw it. They did ultra sounds to see the baby. It was perfectly fine and seemed unharmed. The heart beat was strong and regular for a fetus of such young age.

Dean bowed his head in relief and squeezed Katie's hand. Katie fought back tears of joy and thanked the heavens. The doctor recommended seeing a specialist to be sure that the baby was in good health. Katie and Dean nodded and listened diligently before it was Dean's turn. He was still pale and woozy but his spirit was raised some with the news that the baby was fine.

His lip was sewn up with stitches, and his head was checked for brain damage. Katie held his hand as the doctor set his nose. Dean had insisted that he didn't need her to hold his hand; he was a man and could handle it. But the tightening of his grip and the sweat that formed in his palm as the doctor set his nose said otherwise. Dean's right hand was bandaged and they were sent on their way with a large supply of pain killers.

The hospital did ask about the nature of their injuries but they both gave the same answer. They said that Dean and Katie were engaged and her ex boyfriend came to them drunk and beat the crap out of them because he knew that she was pregnant. There was no need for police because they were already called. There was no need for a lawyer, etc., etc.

They drove another four hours and found another town with a really seedy motel. They checked in and ignored the suspicious glances from the guy at the front desk. It was passed three in the morning and they were beat to shit and checking into a motel that was paid for by the hour. Katie and Dean were both cleared to sleep by the doctors and they both collapsed on the one bed. No words were shared before they both passed out from exhaustion and effects from the pain killers.

When Katie woke up the next morning, Dean was already out of bed and braving the shower. She wrinkled her nose thinking about how dirty it probably was. But they were both covered in blood so a shower sounded like heaven. Speaking of heaven, she remembered that she should update Castiel who might be able to hear her. She closed her eyes and bowed her head. Cas, we're ok. We're beaten and broken, but we're alive. Veronica got away but so did we. Our baby is fine. I'm not sure how but it is alive and well. It's a miracle, Cas.

The water shut off and Dean came out wrapped in one of their towels. He didn't dare use one that the motel provided. His face was less swollen and his nose was black and blue but the stitches on his lip were bleeding down his chin. He wiped the blood away agitatedly. Katie pulled the first aid kit out of one of their bags as he dressed. They had to be on the road soon, so there was no time for him to lounge around in his towel like usual. She found some antiseptic, gauze, and some neon colored band aids.

"Sit," she said to Dean. He sat at the edge of the bed and she had to sit on his lap to properly apply the band aid and gauze. He watched her silently with his hands resting on her hips as she dabbed the antiseptic on with a cotton swap. He winced as the white cream settled into his skin and it burned a little. "Sorry," she said when she noticed his twinge. She folded the gauze up. "Open," she said. He opened his mouth and she carefully put the gauze between his lip and teeth. It looked like he had chewing tobacco in his mouth. Then she smiled as she put the neon yellow band aid over folded gauze on the outside of his lip. The sticky parts of the band aid stuck to the little bit of stubble on his chin. She changed the strips of adhesive that held his nose in place as lightly as possible. His eyes watered involuntarily as she applied the tiniest bit of pressure. "There, all better," she said and wiped away the blood that had dripped from his lip.

"You gonna kiss it to make it all better?" he asked. There was a smile in his eyes and the corners of his mouth were turned up.

Katie rolled her eyes before kissing his swollen eye, the tip of his broken nose, and the stitches on his lip. Her lips barely brushed his skin, fearing that she would hurt him.

"Awh, I'm telling Cas when he gets back," Dean teased.

"You will do no such thing," Katie said with a grin.

They were silent, looking at each other, thinking about how Castiel might not be coming back. Katie lowered her eyes and Dean pulled her to him in a hug. Katie rested her chin on his shoulder and didn't let any tears fall.

"I know you love Cas and miss him to death, but I'm still here," Dean said. Katie knew that talking about this kind of stuff was not his scene so she didn't press him for more. "And I'm going to do my best to keep you and your baby safe."

"Thank you, Dean," Katie said and kissed his neck chastely.

"Well aren't you amorous today," Dean chuckled.

"It's the pregnancy hormones," Katie said. It was true. She had been literally scouting out the men around her wherever she was looking for someone her biological instinct deemed fit to play the father role to her baby now that Castiel was gone. She didn't understand it, but it was instinct for a mother to actively seek a protector in some way especially if she was pregnant. And Dean always came out fit. Katie found it humorous.

"The hormones make you horny?" Dean laughed.

"Sort of," Katie said with a sigh.

"Well, remember when I said that while Cas was away, I was here?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Katie replied slowly, not sure where this was going.

"I'm not here for you to use as a sexy substitute, okay?" Dean laughed.

"Of course," Katie giggled and nestled closer to Dean on his lap and buried her face in his neck. She actually smelled him. He smelled like soap, water, and testosterone. She had never smelled testosterone before but she knew exactly what it was now. Dean practically reeked of it and Katie remained plastered to him, just smelling him, for a few minutes.

"What're you doing?" Dean asked in a way that suggested that he may not want to know at all.

"Smelling you," Katie said simply, her voice muffled by his neck.

"Um. Why?" Dean asked.

"You smell like man," Katie said before she realized how insane that sounded.

"I think it's time you went to take a cold shower," he said and drummed his fingers nervously against her hips. "You still have blood in your hair."

"You're supposed to wash my hair, the doctor said so. Because of my stitches," Katie reminded him. Her lips brushed against his neck when she spoke.

"Are you kissing my neck?" Dean exclaimed as goosebumps rose on his skin.

"No," Katie said. "But Cas used to lose it completely and almost make thunder instantly when I did this." Katie's lips found where Dean's jaw and neck met and closed her teeth down lightly on the spot. She didn't really have control over her actions. Later she would be embarrassed by this, but now all she wanted and could think about was Dean. Dean. Dean. Dean. Dean. Dean. Dean. Dean.

"What are you doing?" Dean gasped as a shiver ran through him.

Katie didn't say anything. She licked the spot she had just bit and then blew lightly on it. More goosebumps formed on his skin and another shiver went through him. He stood up with Katie still clinging to him. She delighted in the fact that his strong hands, even the injured one, were holding her under her butt. She bit at him again as he opened the bathroom door and walked them towards the shower. Dean turned on the shower as Katie involuntarily ground her hips against his. He opened the curtain and climbed in. Her back was to the spray and when it hit her she was startled and gasped. The water was freezing cold. She let go of Dean and put her legs down from around his waist. When they were separated, Dean jumped out of the shower. She tried to follow.

"No! You stay in there for five minutes, and then you can come out. Perv!" Dean said and closed the curtain.

Katie shivered violently. "Will you still wash my hair? I don't want to rip out my stitches."

"Yeah, but after you cool your jets. Alright?" Dean called over the sound of the shower.

"Fine," Katie said with a sigh. "There's a McDonalds across the street, go get us something to eat. I want a Big Mac. I'm craving meat."

"I'm just going to let that one slide. Too easy," Dean said and shook his head. "I'll be back in ten minutes. Don't go seducing anyone in this motel, you hear?"

Katie huffed in annoyance as she adjusted the temperature of the water to something warmer. "I know, Dean."

Dean left Katie alone in the bathroom and went to get them food. Katie remained in the shower, but she stripped off her clothes before washing her body with the soap Dean had left in the shower. She was careful to go around the burn on her stomach. The soap was something like Axe or Old Spice or something else manly that he bought ages ago in case they were in a motel without soap. The label had worn off but the liquid was red.

She was still incredibly turned on by pretty much everything and it took awhile to bring herself down. She was in the shower for twenty minutes and when she came out in the towel Dean had left she didn't even see him sitting in the corner. She smelled the McDonalds but didn't see him practically hiding in the corner. She pulled her clothes out of her duffle bag and began to dress. She dropped her towel on the bed and put on a pair of panties and a bra. When she looked up she noticed Dean staring at her incredulously. She screamed and covered her self with the shirt she was holding.

"That cold shower didn't cool you off?" Dean exclaimed.

"What? I didn't see you there! You could have said something!" Katie replied.

"I was afraid you would pounce on me and get all grindy again!" Dean said and turned around so Katie could continue to dress.

"No, I'm all better now. I took care of it," Katie said, not meaning all of the innuendo she let slip.

Dean cleared his throat. "Your Big Mac is on the table."

"Thanks… hot stuff," she just had to say. Like, there was no way around it. Any chance she got to turn Dean into a stuttering fool she was going to take it. His ears turned pink. "You can turn around now."

They ate in silence and only spoke when they could hear people down the hall having sex. Dean tried his hardest to talk the entire time so as not to give Katie any ideas. After they ate, Katie had Dean wash her hair. He was not very good at it and kept getting it tangled around his fingers. Katie leaned against the outside of the tub and Dean kneeled next to her. She kept her eyes closed because if she opened her eyes all she saw were his armpit and the stained ceiling. When all of the blood was shampooed out of her hair and her stitches were cleaned, she tried to braid her hair, but it tugged her stitches so she left it around her shoulders.

He wouldn't look at her for the rest of the day. Not even when they left the seedy motel and got back in the Impala. While Katie was embarrassed about what happened, she still thought it to be funny. Especially since she knew for a fact that he had gotten turned on by it. Men are biologically wired to be attracted to pregnant women, to want to protect them, to have children with them. So Katie didn't take it personally even though Dean did and was clearly troubled by it. She couldn't wait to tell Cas.

"When are we going to talk about what happened?" Katie asked when they stopped next at a hotel.

"What?" Dean asked; panic was clear in his voice and on his face.

"With Veronica," Katie clarified.

Dean visibly relaxed as he toed off his boots. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Yeah. I mean, it's kind of huge," Katie said as she took off her coat and threw it against the chair near the window.

"How did she find you?" Dean asked.

"I don't know how she did, but I was at Denny's when she approached me," Katie said.

"You shouldn't have gone off without me," Dean scolded.

"I know. But I'd had a nightmare and I just needed to be alone," Katie said and sat down on the edge of her bed.

"A nightmare?" Dean asked.

"About Cas being tortured. Raphael was ripping feathers out of his wings one by one," Katie said. Her lip trembled, remembering how real the dream felt. "I just needed some fresh air."

Dean nodded to say he understood.

"So I went to Denny's. I was there for awhile just drinking coffee because I had forgotten to grab money. I didn't want to dine and dash so I was hatching a plan when Veronica showed up. She said that Lucifer wants me dead. Which we knew, but still. I told her that they had lost, that I had chosen Good. But she grabbed me. And I realized that to everyone else she looks like a man," Katie said.

"So you pulled the I'm A Helpless Little Girl act, right?" Dean smirked.

"Yeah. I mean Sam is like twice my size and when Veronica grabbed me, to the rest of the world it looked like a large man was grabbing me. So I screamed and everyone jumped up to help. And- and Veronica killed them all with a wave of her hand." Katie began to cry. "She said it was my fault and I brought it on them all."

"No, it's not your fault. Those people didn't deserve to die but she killed them. Not you, Katie," Dean said sternly. He sat down on the edge of his bed, facing her.

Katie took an unsteady breath and rolled her eyes. "I know that in my head, but not in my heart." She watched as Dean almost literally balked at the mention of her feelings. "It's like I still feel responsible."

"You're not and I'm not telling you again," Dean said. She looked at him questioningly to see if he was trying to get her to smile or if he was being serious. He quirked an eyebrow at her. She smiled through her tears and threw her duffle bag of clothes at him. He caught it easily.

They went about their business in making the room safe. They salted the doors and windows, set devils traps, partially set up an angel banishing sigil, and the rest of their protective wards. Then, they ordered room service and rented a Wii and some games. Katie beat Dean at Mario Kart about fifteen times out of seventeen when he finally relinquished his controller. Katie was victorious and gloated the rest of the evening.

Katie and Dean were in their beds when Katie thought of something. "Hey Dean, are you awake?"

"Mm," he said in response from the bed closest to the door.

"Can this hotel room be our safe house for now?" Katie asked.

"What?" Dean asked, lifting his head off of his pillow and turning on the light between their beds.

"Can we make this the safest place for us to be? I'm sick of running around and I'm about to get really fat. I don't want to run and be fat," Katie said.

Dean was quiet for a few minutes. He flopped back down on his back. Katie looked over to see if he'd gone back to sleep and saw him blink a few times while looking up at the ceiling.

"It's not like this hotel is busy. I got the impression we were two of five guests total," Katie explained. "So, if anything were to happen, there aren't many people around to witness it. And we're on the second floor in a corner room. Nothing can get in the window, yet there's only a small chance of injury if we jump out the window. The doorways are iron. I mean you said so yourself that they were rare and helpful. We have a kitchenette, room service, there's a pizza place next door, and a bar across the street. I think we're as safe as we can get for now. Until Cas comes back."

"You don't want to go after Veronica?" Dean asked.

"Not until Cas is back," Katie said stubbornly.

Dean let it rest. He knew that if they waited awhile and Castiel didn't come back then he would go after Veronica himself. He knew that Katie knew it, too, but they didn't speak of it. Because, going after Veronica on his own would get him killed, for sure.

"This can be our safe place. Sure," Dean said. "But couldn't you have said this when we were at that bar last week when those two hot blondes were all over me?"

Katie stuck out her tongue at him. He grinned and turned off the light.

"Hey Dean," Katie said into the darkness.

"Yeah?" Dean replied with a hint of annoyance.

"Sorry for practically raping you," Katie said with the smile audible in her voice.

"Yeah," Dean said and cleared his throat. "Don't, uh, worry about it."

AN: I was feeling some Katie/Dean in this chapter. My first draft had Dean totally into it. But then I was like "What the crap, this is so not part of the plan!" I don't even know, guys. They so aren't supposed to be romantic at all. It feels dirty (she says in the fandom that supports wincest...) . Whateverrr posting this anyways. :)

Hope everyone had great holidays or nonholidays this passed week! Love y'all!